Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Entering the Golden Triangle

1 Li Guohui, known as "Little General", is the head of the 709th Regiment of the Eighth Army of the Kuomintang Army.The date of birth and death is unknown. This is a historical mystery, with enigmatic characters and enigmatic life experiences.This character is definitely insignificant in mainland China, basically no one knows this name, but in the Golden Triangle, this character is well-known, to the point of being a household name.To make an inappropriate analogy, if you don’t know Li Guohui in the Golden Triangle, it’s like the French don’t know Napoleon, and the Chinese don’t know Sun Yat-sen.I learned from the information that this little-known head of the Kuomintang is actually the originator of the Golden Triangle. That is to say, without Li Guohui, there would be no Golden Triangle, the world-famous drug kingdom.

However, in my extensive research on the Golden Triangle, I have not found any complete biography or even an authoritative material about Li Guohui, which can give me some understanding of this mysterious figure.The only scattered information is limited to a few words, fragmented, and contradictory, full of loopholes.For example, a memoir published in Taiwan said: "... General Li Guohui is tall, he took the lead in the battle, and often made the enemy frightened." A documentary literature in mainland China said: "...Li Guohui was born in Yunnan. He was born in the army. He was cruel by nature and often persecuted him. The soldiers charged at the risk of death, known as the 'Devil Commander'." Another internal historical material published before the Cultural Revolution stated: "...After a night of fierce fighting, the 709th regiment of the Kuomintang was wiped out, the deputy commander was killed, and the regiment General Li Guohui is missing." An article published in Bangkok's "World Journal" wrote: "...General Li Guohui graduated from the famous Whampoa Military Academy. Although he was born in Henan Province in northern China, he was as tall as a southerner. Small and thin, his major is to be a political instructor, so he is not good at fighting." Yunyun.

I was simply confused, such a variety of ingenious statements, like a group of unconventional US congressmen, made my head ache.But who are they?Which side should I trust?If these materials are one-sided and contain one-sided truth, how should I choose? In my opinion, these materials are scattered and fragmented, lacking the credibility of first-hand materials, and not enough to dispel the doubts accumulated in my heart.What kind of character is Li Guohui, and how did he create the Golden Triangle?Or how did he release the great evil that threatens the fate of mankind-drugs from the bottle?Why is he so mysterious, and the outside world knows little about his true face in Mount Lu?I even doubt the authenticity of Li Guohui. If there is such an important figure in history, why is he so unknown?Are historians ignoring him intentionally, letting the passage of time quietly erase his mysterious footprints?

In short, the spirit of doubt doubled my fighting spirit, just like a professional boxer is challenged.With piercing eyes, I pay close attention to the history of the Golden Triangle, not letting go of any doubts.I saw that since ancient times, the Golden Triangle has been like a quiet little beast, or like those primitive tribal peoples, weak and kind, easy to be frightened, it crouches in the mountains of Burma, Thailand, and Laos in southern Asia, without any striking.But since the beginning of the 1950s, a Kuomintang leader named Li Guohui led a modern army into the Golden Triangle. This kind little beast seemed to be injected with devil genes, or cast magic by a legendary evil wizard. Rapidly expanding his body, he emerged out of nowhere, grew fangs and sharp claws, and turned into a ferocious ogre that threatened humans.Relevant experts pointed out that in the 21st century mankind will face two major crises: one is the deterioration of the environment, and the other is the spread of drugs.Statistics from the United Nations Health Organization show that there are currently about 300 million drug addicts in the world, and Asia accounts for about half.And 100% of the world's heroin comes from Asia, and 85% of it comes from the Golden Triangle!

Golden Triangle, Golden Triangle!Is this a century-old nightmare destined to devour mankind? I will gradually focus on Li Guohui.How did the Golden Triangle become the Golden Triangle?How did Li Guohui, an unknown Kuomintang figure, become famous overnight and become the originator of the notorious Golden Triangle?Why does Li Guohui do nothing in mainland China, but he is in full swing in the Golden Triangle? Is this a coincidence or is there another reason?Is the hero making the times, or the times making the heroes?Why did he disappear without a trace?What is his fate? 2 In the autumn of 1998, the "Boeing-757" plane I was on was like a big steel bird. It drew a very small arc over the eastern and southern parts of Asia, and finally landed at Bangkok Airport.I got off the plane with countless heavy questions and even heavier expectations.

Before I left, I had an extra thought. I thought that if Mr. Feng was unreliable, refused to accept his account, and didn't count his words, would it be difficult for me to walk in a foreign country in the end?So I found a Thai company office through my acquaintance, and asked them to provide assistance when necessary and help me enter the Golden Triangle for interviews.After listening to my statement, a person in charge who may be an overseas Chinese compatriot obviously misunderstood my personal request as having some dishonorable and suspicious economic purpose, such as fraud. He replied that our company is located in the Golden Triangle No business, no help.

On the contrary, a friend from a local economic TV station, who heard that I was going to venture into the Golden Triangle alone, sponsored me an interview fund and solved a heavy worry for me. I am still very moved. Mr. Feng, whom I once placed high hopes on, didn't seem to take my interview seriously, or it was a kind of intentional indifference, at least in my opinion.Before departure, I made several phone calls and sent several faxes in China, but Mr. Feng only gave a brief instruction: Come to Pattaya.I said how did you ask me to come to Pattaya alone?Besides, where your big house is, I didn't know at all that night.He said call me when you arrive in Pattaya.I think this Mr. Feng is really unreasonable, why doesn't he think for me?Living in a foreign country, unable to understand the language, and having black eyes, anyone will find it difficult to move forward.But I changed my mind, how far is it from Chengdu to Bangkok?You can go from Chengdu to Bangkok, why can't you go from Bangkok to Pattaya?Why do you want someone to pick you up at the airport?Isn't this a luxury request?It would be great if you are lucky enough to enter the Golden Triangle, what conditions are there!I think maybe Mr. Feng intends to test me to see how capable I am as a mainland writer.I comforted myself that this was just a small problem. How many difficulties Snow had to overcome when he traveled from the United States to Yan’an for an interview. If I couldn’t even overcome this small difficulty, would I be worthy of being interviewed in the Golden Triangle?Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

When I walked out of Bangkok Airport, Mr. Feng did not pick me up at the airport. Fortunately, I called Pattaya, but no one answered.I didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately dialed another Bangkok number. This time, there was someone on the other side. Mr. Feng said on the phone: I am in Bangkok, you come to ×××.I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I thought it was easy for you to say it, which made me almost go to Pattaya.After that, it took me a lot of trouble to find Mr. Feng in a huge villa on the outskirts of Bangkok.I found that Mr. Feng has a hobby, that is, he likes to live in a big house. When I saw him, he was instructing his men to move some large and small wooden boxes upstairs.He is a capable person, and he can't answer my long-winded questions impatiently.He said: "You go to the Golden Triangle to find Li Guohui's adjutant, and he will tell you."

I was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked Li Guohui where was Lieutenant Li Guohui and how to find him? Mr. Feng became even more impatient. He raised his voice and said, what are you in a hurry for? ...everyone will tell you when you get there! Mr. Feng's words gave me the illusion that everyone in the Golden Triangle is a living history and can tell a lot of wonderful stories about Li Guohui.In fact, what happened later was far from that simple. A few days later, I drove more than 1,000 kilometers into the Golden Triangle Mountains with my guide and translator Xiaomi and the driver. I will describe this experience later. I soon discovered that few people knew about Li Guohui Who is the adjutant, where does he live, and provided me with interview clues.The Golden Triangle is a broad concept. Its exact geographical distribution includes an overlapping subtropical plateau mountainous area that is about seven times the size of Taiwan, and a complex social form composed of many ethnic groups in the mountainous area.In such a vast world like the vast ocean, everyone is like an insignificant fish and shrimp, and time flies, except for a few big figures who dominate and dominate people's memory, who would treat an outdated adjutant or a small person? How much do you know whereabouts?

All beginnings are hard.When I first entered the Golden Triangle, all the interview work was so hasty and messy. I was like a brave and reckless sailor, who was choked by the oncoming sea water and rolled my eyes.My interviews are often superficial, like a fisherman who doesn't know how to water, just scoops up some duckweed and foam.I'm not saying that duckweed is not important, but the soul of a river is a big fish, as the old saying goes: "If the mountain is not high, there will be a name if there are immortals; if the water is not deep, there will be a dragon." Dominate the history of the Golden Triangle.I set my first target on Li Guohui. He has always been hiding under the water, like an evil dragon that once made waves, hiding his true face in the depths of history, which made me sigh and feel helpless.

All efforts to find Adjutant Li Guohui are like looking for a needle in a haystack, basically there are no clues.For many days in a row, I stubbornly went deep into the hinterland of the Golden Triangle to interview, and at the same time inquired about the whereabouts of Adjutant Li Guohui, but with little success.Messy historical fragments cannot be collaged with realistic patterns, and the undercurrent of history is intricate, which often makes it difficult for me to move forward.I was extremely anxious, and I saw precious time slipping away in my hands. 3 On this day, we happened to pass by a Shan village called Malutang and stopped for a meal. This village is so small that there is no mark on the map.When I say "we", I mean me, the guide Xiaomi and the driver Xiao Dong.Xiao Dong is a Han from the Golden Triangle and a descendant of the remnants of the Kuomintang army. I hired his car.As usual, I walked around with Xiaomi, took photos for the profile, chatted with the mountain people, and asked casual questions.By the way, I found that in the Golden Triangle, the locals are always wary of outsiders, with alert eyes, as if outsiders are spies or enemies.My interviews are clearly of the high-profile type, and therefore attract many probing glances wherever I go.I don't know if it's my nervousness, but these gazes often make me feel thorns in my back.On this day, I accidentally learned from the local population that there were two old Han men in the village. No one could tell how old they were, but they were very old anyway, and they could be regarded as local antiques.It is said that they were all subordinates of "Little General Li" in the past. I can't help but be overjoyed! "Little General Li" is Li Guohui, a name that distinguishes Golden Triangle people from another Kuomintang general, Li Mi.Thank God, the hard work really pays off!There is no place to find when you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.Calculating with one's fingers, Li Guohui's era has been half a century ago. I was not born at that time. If his adjutants were alive, they would certainly be very old. If they were not very old, I would not be so happy!I have already firmly believed in private that the Adjutant Li Guohui I was looking for must be right in front of me. I immediately changed my mind to stay and couldn't wait to visit the old man.In the Golden Triangle, I was told that it would be inappropriate to visit the door rashly, so I followed their instructions and went to the town on Dalu to buy some expensive gifts, such as American milk powder, American ginseng, and Korean Korean Dabu soup, as a gift. Greeting ceremony.When I carried these heavy gifts for the first time, it was like knocking on the door of a metal house in Zhaitou nervously with my heart in a queasy state, and a musty smell of history came over my face. I saw the old man at a glance. He is a real octogenarian, snuggling by the firepit, hunched over, wrapped in a local Shan blanket, with eyes slightly closed as if asleep.I saw the light of the fire jumping on his withered face, casting many wrinkled shadows, and the top of his head looked as if it had been covered with frost, or had grown white hairs from mildew in the wet rainy season.When he heard the movement, he only moved his eyelids and closed them slowly. I think he looks like a thousand-year-old tortoise, who has lived from the Tang Dynasty or earlier dynasties to the present.I think that if a living person passed the long time in such a still posture, I believe he has become a breathing fossil. A middle-aged woman, I guess she is Han nationality, although her clothes are Shan nationality, she should be his granddaughter-in-law or something.She leaned close to the old man's ear and said a few words, Fossil slowly opened his eyes, this time I saw that his eyes were not very cloudy, that is to say, he was not too old to be confused and ignorant of the world, this discovery Makes me secretly happy.The old man's eyes did not search everywhere, but landed on my face as accurately as a fly. I believe he smelled my strange breath by feeling or smell.The light from the firepit reflected in his withered eye sockets, no matter how I looked at him, he looked more like a mummy.I respectfully presented the gift, and the middle-aged woman immediately took the gift away for the old man, and then said to me, talk to him louder, because he is hard of hearing, you sit next to him. I wish I could be next to the elderly, experience tells me that doing so will shorten the psychological distance between us.The old man stared at me like a statue for a long time. I guess he has lived in the mountains for a long time and has become a man in a cave.At that time, I was wearing a short beige interview suit, with a miniature video camera on my right shoulder, an automatic camera on my left, an interview bag on my chest, and an interview tape recorder hidden in my pocket.He moved his mouth and said something, but I didn't catch it. I thought it was Burmese or Thai.I leaned close to his ear and said loudly, what did you say? He moved his toothless mouth again, and this time I heard him clearly, he was speaking Chinese with a northern accent!He hissed like a leaky bellows: Are you from Hong Kong...? He actually knows Hong Kong!I shook my head, and he hissed again: From... Taiwan? I told him loudly that I am not from Taiwan.I am a mainland writer from mainland China. I saw his eyes light up, as if a light bulb with insufficient voltage was suddenly charged, but there was no surprised expression on his face. I think this is because his facial muscles are too old and his nerves have lost their function.The water in the copper pot boiled and splashed into the firepit, and the dust rose up. Suddenly, the old man coughed loudly, he was out of breath, his face wrinkled together, and his expression was very painful.I quickly beat his back, I guess he must be suffering from senile asthma or emphysema or other diseases.I remembered that there was cough medicine in the interview bag, so I took it out and asked him to take it, but he refused.I saw that his waist was getting lower and lower, and his body was curled up, as if he was fighting an invisible enemy in his body. I thought he should be hospitalized for treatment if he was in the city.Later, the middle-aged woman came out and fed him half a bowl of dark soup, and his cough gradually subsided.Coughing exhausted the old man's strength, and he was panting like a broken machine with exhausted energy, and gradually sank into a dormant state of half-sleeping and half-awake. I had no choice but to say goodbye lightly. 4 Unexpectedly, when she came to visit again the next day, she was turned away. The middle-aged woman refused expressly, saying that the old man was not feeling well, and she was declined several times after that. I understand that this is the old man's reluctance to accept interviews, which means that I, a writer from the mainland, have become persona non grata.As for the reason, I suspect that the ideology left over from history may still play a role.I angrily wondered when is it now? Both sides of the Taiwan Strait are pursuing unification, one country, two systems, and the "three links."In desperation, I had no choice but to visit another old man. Unexpectedly, when I came to the door, I found out that the man had already suffered a stroke, was paralyzed, had dementia, and could not even speak. I only saw a breathing mummy. Obviously, I have been attacked by history here. The problem is that the initiative is in the hands of others, not me.Convince the old man, help him transcend ideological opposition?Tell him about the great situation, or retell the story about my father's participation in the Chinese Expeditionary Force, and how my famous great-aunt married Mr. Jiang Weiguo?Begging him to help me, touching people with affection?And so on, I racked my brains, but others didn't give me a chance at all.He didn't see me at all, like facing a stone wall, can you make the stone open?For two days in a row, I was like an ant on a hot pot. I couldn’t stop, and I couldn’t do interviews. What should I do? This afternoon, something happened suddenly in the stockade. This incident seemed to have nothing to do with me, an outsider, but its ending unexpectedly changed my situation.A young woman's dystocia immediately alarmed the whole village.It needs to be explained that the small hotel I stayed in was the only hotel in the village, and it was not really a hotel. A big house with a few bamboo beds was equivalent to a chicken feather shop, and usually only caravans passed by to rest.The owner of the shop is a very honest Shan man named Ruoai, who can speak a few words of Chinese. He knocked on the door in a panic and dragged me to stammer that the customer should help Hannah. Hannah was the young woman's name.I was confused, and quickly declared that I was not a doctor, so what did I do?Joey took me to a big house called "the public house".A lot of villagers have already surrounded the public house, everyone has a heavy expression, they don't speak, and silently let a way out, as if I am their long-awaited savior.When I entered the room, I was taken aback. It turned out that there were no doctors in white coats at all, except for the Bodhisattva and offerings on the incense table. There were only two old women (midwives) with dark faces playing with the delivery woman. .The mother was silent, and a lot of black blood dripped on the ground.Obviously, the midwives were helpless, so they had to keep pouring black soup into the mother's mouth.Even though I have never studied medicine, I can see that adults and children will surely die if they continue to struggle. In my long documentary literature, I told the story of a Shanghai female educated youth who died of dystocia and bloodshed.However, in the Golden Triangle at the end of the century, I faced another similar tragedy that was about to happen.I was in a hurry and said, why don't you call a doctor soon?Ruoai said with a sad face that there was no doctor, and women in the village gave birth like this.I said, is there anyone in the village who understands medicine?She needs a blood transfusion instead of that shitty soup, or rush to the town hospital.Ruoai replied that there was no hospital in the town, neither did Menghui, and there was no hospital within a hundred miles.I was taken aback and said how is it possible?Are you not sick?What should I do if I am sick?If Ai didn't speak, I knew what he said was true. In such a vast area, there is not a single hospital or even a small health center within a radius of a hundred miles? …Away from civilization and science, this is the living reality that people in the Golden Triangle have been facing.I said you tell me quickly, how can I help?Joel whispered, the guest's car... help Hannah.I understand that the transportation in the mountainous area is inconvenient, and there are caravans in the village, but there are no cars. I hired a van from Maesle to ensure long-distance interviews.I said, where is the nearest hospital?Roe replied: In Chiang Mai, Chiang Mai has a hospital for giving birth.I screamed in my heart. Chiang Mai is at least 200 kilometers away, and it is a mountain road. Who knows if the pregnant woman will die on the road? The problem is that the current situation of the pregnant woman does not allow me to think about it. Without further ado, I immediately asked the driver Xiao Dong to drive the car. People carefully carried the pregnant woman into the car. I saw many women with their heads bowed, their hands clasped together, and silently chanting What, it seems to be praying for the blessing of the Bodhisattva.The car is moving, this road is really long, I have never felt that the car is driving so slowly.The mountain road is bumpy, the ox cart path is coiled like thin intestines in the mountains and jungles, the sky is gradually getting dark, the night of the Golden Triangle can't be seen, the roar of beasts can be heard in the woods, only the car lights are like a sharp sword piercing To the thick curtain.In order to reduce the pain of the mother, we made canvas into a mat, and each person grabbed one end. My arm soon lost consciousness due to poor blood circulation and numbness.Because I know that our efforts will bring a young woman and the little life in her belly closer to hope every minute. The car finally pulled into Chiang Mai Hospital in the middle of the night, and I almost collapsed in the car.Only half an hour later, the child was delivered by Caesarean section. It was a boy, and both mother and child were reported safe.Xiaodong and I drove back to the stockade overnight, and it was already the next morning when we arrived at the entrance of the village. When the golden sun rose from the eastern hills, and the first rays of sunlight shone through the woods on the steeple roof of the stockade, my heart was full of exhaustion and relief. .I think this day is very meaningful, because I used my own efforts to avoid a tragedy. From here, I began to understand a social problem, that is, is poverty the main reason why the Golden Triangle became the Golden Triangle? According to the plan, I still have a long way to go, many places to visit, many people to interview, and the Golden Triangle is huge, so I can't wait any longer.I packed up my things and told Xiaomi to get ready to go.I think there may be opportunities in other places. Li Guohui has many subordinates, maybe more than one adjutant. At this time, the hotel bamboo fence squeaked, and the middle-aged woman poked her head in. She bowed politely to me and said that her grandpa (it really was her grandpa!) invited me to sit down again.I was so overjoyed that I didn't have time to think about it, so I ran straight across the yard and out the door.The door was ajar, I slowed down and heard my heart beating.In the big semi-dark house, I saw the tired old man who seemed to be returning from a long journey.He still nestled in the shadow of the firepit in that seemingly unchanged posture. Although he didn't make a sound, I could clearly see that his eyes were clearly awake, and he was always watching me from the depths of history. 5 For my entire interview, it was an unusual day, a significant one, because in every sense, it was the real beginning of my trip to the Golden Triangle. I respectfully said: "Please tell me your name, old man, and how old is your life?" The old man hissed: "The surname is Niu, the surname is cheap."Flood in the Republic of China... did you know? I shook my head blankly, God knows what year he was looking through the old imperial calendar.I said vaguely: What year was it before liberation?Which river floods? ...This year, the flood in the Yangtze River is rare in a hundred years and did not cause any disasters. The old man tilted his ears, I guess he didn't understand because there were some doubts in his eyes.He said: Before the liberation...? I suddenly realized that in the Golden Triangle, this is another world. There are many proper terms in the mainland such as "before liberation", "after liberation", "new society", "old society", "reactionaries", "paper tiger" and so on. People have never heard of it, so they don't understand it.I changed to a neutral term and said: Oh, it was before the thirty-eighth year of the Republic of China (1949). He nodded to show that he understood, then pointed to me and said, "Where are you from mainland China?" I answered Sichuan, and my ancestral home is Hubei. He thought slowly, as if talking to himself: Sichuan?Oh, it's the south... I'm from the north, Central Plains, have you ever been to Central Plains? I quickly said that I have been there, isn’t it Kaifeng, Luoyang, Zhengzhou? The old man shook his head and his face became lively. He corrected me and said: No, it's not Zhengzhou...it's Qizhou.Unfounded worries, Qizhou in the Central Plains, do you know? God!He actually knows the allusions of unfounded worry, but I know it from books.The point is, I really don't know anything about this place called Qizhou.Every time I pass by the Central Plains by train or plane, I have no chance to put my feet firmly on the land of the Central Plains. In order not to disappoint the old man, I have to make nonsense: Is it right? I know Lankao, which used to be called Lanfeng. .That place, scary, used to be very windy and sandy, and there was a saline-alkali land, which was cured by a man named Jiao Yulu. Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly became emotional, and a cloudy old tear slowly trickled down from the withered eye socket like candle tears.The old man said: Mr. Li, he is from Lanfeng.In other words, I am still a distant relative of Chief Li... His family members were buried by the wind and sand, and he came out to flee famine when he was more than ten years old, eating military food... I heard that the old chief still talked about his hometown before he passed away in Taiwan. He wanted Ye Luo to return to his roots. ! Li Guohui is from Lankao, Henan!My heart jumped with joy.I said cautiously, old man, are you Adjutant Li Guohui? The old man stretched out a bony hand, trembling, I felt that hand was like a dead branch in the wind.The middle-aged woman hurried forward to wipe away tears for the old man.The old man sighed and said: Chief Li, there are no adjutants at all. I was surprised and kept saying how is it possible?Isn't he a general, the founder of the Golden Triangle, how could he not even have an adjutant? The old man fell silent, and wrapped the blanket around his body as if he was afraid of the cold. His profile reminded me of a dead tree half struck by lightning.After a long while, he spoke again, his voice was very small, buzzing like it came from the ground: You are wrong, Chief Li only has personal guards... What about you?Is it one of them?He didn't answer, which I suppose was tacit consent.I said that I heard that there used to be several old people in the stockade. They were also General Li's subordinates, right? The old man grinned, and I saw a dismal cloud covering his eyes.He sighed sadly: "Old brothers... have all reported to Chief Li for duty."There is only one old pockmark left. He used to ride a horse and shoot a gun. He was very powerful. He beat Indian mercenaries and saved the life of Chief Li... I fell down a year ago, why can't I get up again, and become a fool? There are countless questions in my mind.I couldn't wait to ask: It is said that Li Guohui is a political officer and can't fight. Is there such a thing? The old man replied: In that era, which soldier's star (epaulette) was not bought by life?In the bloody battle in Songshan, the Japanese fought so fiercely that the old commander was the company commander, and one arm was disabled. I said, why didn't you go to Taiwan when Taiwan was withdrawn? The old man did not speak, but the middle-aged woman broke the dullness. She told me that it is said that Chief Li knew that returning to Taiwan would not end well, so he ordered his subordinates to insist on counterattacking the mainland.These veterans faithfully carried out the orders of their officers and left their entire lives and future generations in the Golden Triangle. There is a tide of vicissitudes in my heart.Through the smog of history, I vaguely saw a group of former Kuomintang soldiers who endured humiliation, or a group of Chinese people, burying their lives one by one in the desolate soil of a foreign country in order to fulfill the sacred entrustment of the chief.But do they regret it?Or do they resent the Kuomintang regime?How did they enter the Golden Triangle in the first place, and how did they create a situation?I believe their original intention may not be to create a drug kingdom, but what do they think about the evolution of the Golden Triangle into the world's largest drug kingdom today?Do they still have the dream of counterattacking the mainland?Do they still have prejudice and hostility towards the rapidly developing mainland China? I said: Why do you want to see me?Do you know I'm leaving? The woman looked at the old man, and replied instead of him: Grandpa said you are a good person, and a good person should be rewarded. I see!Things in the world, as long as the heart is sincere, stones can also bloom.It turns out that ideologies can be crossed, and confrontational hearts can also achieve communication. The bridge is the universal and great human nature.I looked at the dying old man, just like looking at an oil lamp that was about to go out, and my heart was filled with unspeakable gratitude.I would rather believe that all of this is the result of fate, because before I was lucky enough to reach this small mountain village, any small accident, a small wind caused by the passage of time, may blow out the old man's withered lamp .I secretly thanked God and the God of Destiny for his guidance in my heart, so I quickly moved my body closer to the old man, quietly turned on the interview tape recorder in my pocket, and began to record and listen carefully to the old man’s narration. For the next few days, I faithfully waited beside the old man and followed him into the dusty and distant historical tunnel half a century ago.There is always a crumbling soybean oil lamp in front of me, which leads and illuminates me through the canyon and fog of the night, so I can overcome the obstacles of many years, through the labyrinth of wasteland, swamp and mysterious old castle, choose the right one The direction and way to reach the other shore.So here, in an unknown small cottage in the Golden Triangle, I finally got to know and walked among a group of Chinese people who were suffering from hunger and cold fifty years ago. No story about the modern Golden Triangle can avoid or ignore them, just like we go upstream to investigate the source of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.In my long narration in the future, we will follow this group of Chinese people, to be precise, with the footsteps of a Kuomintang soldier named Li Guohui who went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and walked into the Golden Triangle... 6 It was a night half a century ago, there was no moon in the sky, and the stars twinkled mischievously above the head like countless eyes.In the southwestern border of China, in a barren mountain with no roads or villages, a dilapidated army of about a thousand people is marching overnight.To be precise, it is not a march, but a retreat.There were many wounded soldiers wrapped in bandages and crutches in the ranks, as well as many women and children, all of whom were family members of officers, some walking, some riding on the backs of ammunition-laden horses or mules.It can be seen that these people are all very tired, and even the animals are overwhelmed and slip and stumble.But the team was not ordered to rest, and did not change direction to choose a better road. They kept heading due south, avoiding villages, roads and crowds, and fleeing for their lives in a panic in the dark and jungle sea.Suddenly there was information that the pursuers were less than ten miles away from them, so flashlights and firelights were strictly prohibited. Great panic and anxiety. I know from historical materials that this is a team belonging to the Eighth Corps of Li Mi. The Eighth Corps is the last line of defense for the Kuomintang in the southwestern mainland. Chiang Kai-shek ordered it to defend southern Yunnan in order to counterattack the mainland.Unexpectedly, the People's Liberation Army launched thousands of miles of raids from Sichuan and Guangxi at the same time. In the first battle of Mengzi, the Eighth Corps was like a landslide.The remaining remnants fell apart and fled south one after another.The civil war history called this battle "the last battle to liberate the mainland". In the pursuit of the ultra-marathon that lasted for more than a month, there were no cars, no planes, no roads and railways. Both sides relied on a pair of feet, and the fastest runner was the winner.Most of the national army failed to outrun the communist army, and either became stragglers or prisoners.Subsequent history shows that the team that is marching at this moment is one of the few teams that has not been destroyed. Their only hope is to cross the border river before the pursuers block the border and become the first in this long-distance race of life and death. Fluke winner. Half a century later, my gaze followed the footsteps of history and moved southward. From my hometown of Xichang, Sichuan, across the high uplifted Liangshan Mountains, into the vast jungles of southern Yunnan, and then stopped at the border of thousands of miles bordering the Golden Triangle. I saw The continuity of history is abruptly interrupted here.For mainland China, this is the end of an old era, but it heralds the beginning of a new era for the Golden Triangle, which has been dormant for thousands of years. There was a burst of cheers ahead, and the officer on duty reported that the vanguard squad had arrived at the border and was waiting for orders.A commander wearing the rank of major general finally breathed a sigh of relief, which means that at least they don't have to worry about being prisoners of the communist army.The general looked at his luminous watch, and the hour hand was exactly at twelve midnight. He didn't speak, but looked back to the north. That was China, their hometown, and China had already left behind them.The sky was pitch black, and nothing could be seen except the Big Dipper twinkling in the sky.A young officer standing beside him reminded him: "Sir, the team is waiting for your order." The commander asked: "Chief Qian, are you familiar with the previous situation?" The officer named Section Chief Qian replied: "There is no Burmese garrison in Mengguo City, which is at least a dozen kilometers away, that's for sure." The commander waved his arms and gave an order: "Go ahead, camp after crossing the border, and the rear guard will be on guard." The teams crossed the boundary river in chaos and set foot on the territory of Burma.The commander lit up the lighter and squatted next to the stake on the national border to carve letters. One of his arms was inconvenient, which was a disability left by beating the Japanese.He forcefully carved a line of crooked words: Li Guohui, commander of the 709th Regiment of the Eighth Army, February 39 of the Republic of China. Li Guohui looked around with nostalgia, the long night was like darkness, the darkness was like a surging river, with no end in sight.Everyone understands the great significance of this moment to their group of Chinese people. Crossing the border, they have left their hometowns and wandered in foreign lands.前面等待他们的命运还未可知，身后追兵如潮，他们的命运就像风浪中一叶孤舟，不知归宿何在？如今一去故国，何年何月能够返回？这个沉重的念头令人挪不开脚步，一个卫士轻声劝道：“长官，队伍已经过完了，我们一定会打回来的。” 指挥官仰天长叹，打火机熄灭的瞬间，卫士看见将军眼睛里有泪光闪烁。有道是男儿有泪不轻弹，何况金戈铁马的将军？指挥官回答：“是的，我们一定要打回来……打回来！” 如果我们把时间定格，把我们的目光投向更加广阔的中国大地，这是一个天翻地覆的历史性时刻，国民党政权如同“泰坦尼克”不可挽回地沉没，蒋介石逃到台湾，而船上大多数乘客注定要葬身大海，谁相信今后会发生奇迹呢？我相信这群人自己也不相信。因为在他们身后，国民党青天白日旗帜已经陨落，另一面五星红旗正在冉冉升起，古老的东方大地为这种历史巨变而欢呼。那时候我年轻的父母彼此互不相识，他们分别在南方两座不同城市做着同一件事情，那就是与学校同学一道载歌载舞，迎接解放大军入城。 在这个不可逆转的历史变更面前，在人类为胜利者而歌唱的时候，这群人作为旧时代的幸存者悄然离去，逃离自己的国土，或者说作为政治对抗的牺牲品被逐出国门。他们的心情无疑是沉重而暗淡的，多数人痛不欲生，因为他们毕竟是中国人，是那些胜利者和追兵的同胞，是我们共同的炎黄子孙和华夏后代。卫士看见将军蹲下身去，把祖国的泥土取了一捧，用手绢仔细包好，揣进胸前的口袋里，许多年后卫士把这个细节讲述给一个来自中国大陆的晚辈作家听。我认为这个动人的细节在中国大地曾经被复制过千万次，当年那些结伴闯南洋，闯美洲的中国华侨不是都怀揣故乡泥土登上一去不复返的“猪仔”船么？而这位军人正是因为对反攻大陆没有信心，一去孤魂万里，明知不可为而为之，所以才将故国魂魄长留心中，死后也要把坟头朝着祖国方向，这不是充分说明李国辉告别祖国的壮烈心情？ “人生自古谁无死，留取丹心照汗青”。可是李国辉的汗青在哪里呢？历史的巨大悲剧性在这一刻间铸成了，军人的忠诚指引他们义无反顾地走进金三角，走向生命的终结之地。但是他们注定要制造一个与自己更与人类为敌的魔鬼。 我们看见，在历史的星光下，一群军人簇拥他们的长官涉过国界，加快脚步追上队伍，一行人很快消失在沉沉夜幕遮盖下的金三角土地上不见了。